Oh, now wait a minute. That's an idea now, isn't it?
You've ...

Clarence: Oh, now wait a minute. That's an idea now, isn't it?[looks upward]Clarence: What do you think? Ahhh... All right, George, you've got your wish: You've never been born.[Wind begins to blow violently outside the shack; Clarence yells out the door]Clarence: You don't need to make all THAT fuss about it!